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National Portrait Gallery, London

Is it just me or has Instagram been acting a little out of character lately? Or has it gone the route of velvet chokers and ill-fitting oversized leather garments. By that I mean the 90’s trend that’s been sweeping the fashion scene for the last year.

It has been raining. Non stop. Every. Single. Day. For 2 months now. I can’t even… So lost for words right now that I am going to have to circle back to the topic of the Great British flood aka the Great British summer in a separate post. Having made it through not one but two rough London commutes each day, with hour’s walk in the rain, the last thing I want is to come home and get #rejected. I go on Instagram, double tap a couple of times, reply to a few comments and then post a handful of my own and in under 10 minutes Instagram informs me I need to wait for 23 hours…

I don’t own a TV. Last year I broke up with Tinder, a few months after that dumped Happn, canned Twitter, and tried to get rid of G+ (it just won’t get the hint) and never even got started with Snapchat. So getting rejected by Instagram, the social platform that I feel adds the most value, was not only refreshing; this self-sabotage actually meant Instagram stopped me from disappearing down a deep dark rabbit hole of Scadi minimal decor appreciation for hours on end. After 10 minutes of tapping my screen in the evening, I now get to go and do things IRL, like back in the 90’s, when to look at pictures you had to go to places like the National Gallery, and use words instead of emoticons to express yourself. I so *heart* that.